Have you ever had one of those days where thing after crappy thing keeps happening? You turn a corner thinking maybe things will get better but something else just happens? Not necessarily worse, but just one more thing? That was my day today.
It started off like any other typical day shift, sluggish and half asleep (I still don’t like days). I drove arounds, saw some folks, and then it went downhill.
My first call of the day was a house fire. A family lost more than just possessions today. After the fire was out and the smoke was cleared, a firefighter came out holding a little dog. He was found close to where the fire started. He was tiny and hot and full of soot. He wasn’t breathing. We all tried to revive that little guy. We did puppy CPR and used a puppy bag valve mask and kept trying and trying. We didn’t want to give up. It just wasn’t in the cards for him. We couldn’t save the little fellow.
The rest of my work day was just this and that and one thing after the other of not terrible but certainly not routine nor what I would call good events, either. I got in my car to go home and found a crack across the windshield that wasn’t there this morning. My car is due for inspection next month and now I need a new windshield.
Getting home has to be better, right? Well, I found myself trying to avoid the mess my puppy left for me in the mud room. She is pretty good about telling you she needs to pee but occasionally when my husband and I are at work, the kids “don’t hear” when she rings the bell asking to go out… So, I cleaned up a mess.
Within 20 minutes of getting home I put lavender and peppermint in all the diffusers around the house, changed my clothes, and headed to the grocery store. I bought two bottles of wine and a king sized candy bar. The woman at the register didn’t say much. She smiled and wished me a better evening. Clearly she understood.
Oily Minded Medic 